An Indian Wife Ch. 01

Priya had started her new job three months ago. She was the outgoing sort, and she made friends quickly, so by the time the invites were sent round the office to attend the party Sarah was throwing, she was firmly in line to receive one. There was a problem however. Raj. Her husband, while hardly a prude, was not particularly fond of this sort of thing, and the emails that had been sent around had painted a very vivid picture of just what she could expect. She got along great with her new work friends however, and was keen to dip her toes into a social setting with them. Bringing Raj along though would mean that she wouldn't be able to let her hair down fully. She'd worry about making sure he had a good time, and end up babysitting him. Sarah and the girls were eager to meet him. How could she arrange this so she could have her cake and eat it?

She mentioned it to Raj the following day, dropping it neatly into a conversation, and she had to hide a smile when he announced that actually, there was a big game on the TV that he was looking forward to catching. She had her excuse, and she was damned well grasping it with both hands and not letting go!

The following Saturday arrived, and she surprised herself by just how much she was looking forward to it. Whilst coming from a very traditional Indian family, Priya had always been something of a social butterfly, living the sort of life that any young woman who like a good time lived in her late teens and early twenties. That had changed since she became married however. She was happy with her lot, though she often reminisced about some of the scrapes she used to get herself into. Tonight was a chance to roll back the years, without going crazy of course. Scanning her extensive wardrobe, she decided on a navy blue evening dress with a high neckline and matched them with a pair of four inch black heels. She appraised herself in the mirror, pleased with how the dress showed off her slim figure, whilst exuding an air of class.

Half an hour later, she was stepping into Sarah's apartment, feeling a nervous excitement and clutching a bottle of white wine. She was met by Sarah, who was already looking a little on the tipsy side, and after she managed to wrench herself free of Sarah's hug, she was introduced to her fiancee, Steve. The dignitaries were done, and she waltzed through into the kitchen to fill herself a glass of the white she brought along. Suddenly she was the centre of attention, fending off inquiries as to where Raj was, whilst graciously accepting compliments on her dress.

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Mark had known Sarah for about three years now. Mark had gone to university with Mel, a work friend of Sarah's. It was a natural progression that they started to move in the same social circles. He was aware that there was a certain amount of attraction towards him from Sarah - they had shared a couple of drunken kisses in the past that they had later agreed meant nothing - but she was so friendly and down to earth, that they were able to carry on what was a warm friendship. There was never any awkwardness with her, and he liked that, so he was more than happy to attend when the invite came his way. He even allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction that his presence would piss Steve off.

So here he was, stood in Sarah's apartment with a few of the guys that he was by now good friends with. He was dressed in a smart grey t-shirt with chinos and pumps, grasping his third beer of the night, passing the time talking about football, which was often the way these things started out until everyone started getting steadily louder and more drunk. He was talking with Paul and Joe when an Indian girl walked across his field of vision, to begin chatting with the girls from the office. He nudged Paul, nodding in her direction.

'Who's that? The Indian girl.'

Paul rolled his eyes. 'Already? It's not even ten o'clock! Can you just give it a rest for another hour?'

Mark returned his question with a grin. 'It's a perfectly innocent question, and I know you know who she is, so out with it!'

Paul relented. 'Ok, all I know is that she's called Priya, she's the new girl in the office.' A smug grin then spread across Paul's face. 'And she's very, very married.'

Mark just smirked back. 'Red rag to a bull my friend.'

Despite the warnings ringing in his ears as he turned in Priya's direction, meeting her eyes and letting just a hint of a smile show, before turning back to the guys, he couldn't help himself. He lived the bachelor's life, and he lived it well. He wasn't ready to settle down. He was in his prime at 29. Old enough to know the inner workings of a woman's mind, and boasting the experience to back it up once things escalated. Or so he told himself. He knew he was attractive as well, and used it to his advantage well and often. Some people would call him arrogant, but those people could fuck off. He was all about having a good time and so what if a few people got hurt along the way.

The two guys were voicing warnings again, though he could tell they wanted to see if he could pull it off. He was weighing up the timing, smiling back at them, whilst running the tip of his tongue along the bottom of his front teeth.

'Give me 15 minutes,' he said, finishing the remainder of his beer and turning to stride over.

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Priya had noticed the blond guy across the room throwing the odd look her way. He thought he was being discreet. Priya had been on the receiving end of this enough times to know exactly what he was about. Whilst she allowed herself to admit he was attractive, and once upon a time she might have invited his attention, her wedding ring was there blazing like a beacon around her finger. A reminder to any potential suitors not to waste their time. And a reminder to herself that she had responsibilities now and that her wild days were over.

She was used to the attention. She was often told how attractive she was and she worked hard to keep her toned, slim figure in shape. She was happy with the way she looked. She was good looking, it was as simple as that. Whilst she didn't consider herself to be supermodel material, she knew that she was capable of turning heads. She liked to keep things understated however. She didn't flaunt herself, and always dressed in a respectable, classy manner. She did have a weakness though. Heels. She couldn't get enough of them, and was the proud owner of well over 50 pairs.

She wasn't the only one who had noticed the looks coming from over the other side of the room, and she had quickly found out that whilst this Mark character was a nice guy, he was also a player. Priya tried not to smile as she saw a mixture of regret and desire in the eyes of a couple of the girls present. She just laughed of the attention though, telling them that whilst he may be cute, she had dealt with this sort of thing dozens of times before. She did surprise herself though, at the moment she realised he'd just fixed her with a look and was making his way over, by feeling a hint of butterflies in her stomach.

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Mark strode confidently into the circle of girls, eyes always on Priya as Sarah leaned up to kiss his cheek. He slid an arm around her lower back and whispered something Priya couldn't make out. He fixed her with a look and smiled. 'I don't believe we've met. I'm Mark,' he said holding out a hand.

Priya accepted with a non-committal smile and a slight nod of the head. 'I'm Priya. Nice to meet you.'

'So you work with this bunch huh? New girl. I hope they're looking after you.'

Priya found herself giggling. Giggling! 'Oh they behave themselves most of the time. So how do you know everyone here?'

Mark still hadn't stopped smiling at her, as though he was sizing her up as prey. Maybe he was! 'Oh Sarah's a friend of a friend. Or she was. We're best buddies now, right?' he said putting an arm around Sarah and pulling her into him playfully, not noticing the hint of a lust filled glance that Sarah cast upon him. Those eyes looked as though they knew far too much, and it didn't help that she was enjoying looking into them. 'So this is the first one of Sarah's infamous parties that you've been to I guess.'

Priya nodded, finishing her wine, which she realised she'd drunk far too quickly. 'Oh, yes. So far so good. Why infamous though?'

Mark laughed 'Oh you'll find out soon enough. But for now, let's just say the hostess and wine don't mix well,' he said with a laugh at Sarah who nudged him in the ribs with a rueful smile of her own. 'Ignore him Priya. He's always on the wind up. Honestly, I don't know why I put up with him!' Priya smiled. She knew just why Sarah put up with him. It was obvious. It was also understandable. It was at this point that Priya noticed over Mark's shoulder that the guys he was stood with before were talking among themselves rather excitedly and looking over. 'So what's got your friends in a lather?' she asked Mark.

He looked over his shoulder, firing the guys a bit of a warning look, before turning back to Priya. 'Them? Ah, well. They may have challenged me just before I walked over here,' he said, playing on this woman's apparent need to know everything. And she duly delivered.

'Oh? And what was this challenge all about?'

'You really want to know?'

'Well I did ask.'

He blew out his cheeks. 'Ok, don't be mad. I'm not interested in taking up their offer ok? I'm not that sort of guy. But, the challenge was to get a kiss from you. A proper one,' he added, emphasising the word 'proper'.

She was taken aback. How could he be so forward? She really didn't know what to think about that. There was one question playing on her mind though. 'And why wouldn't you be interested? Something wrong with me?'

Now it was Mark's turn to be on the back foot. She'd caught him off guard. Good. 'Haha, nothing at all, trust me,' he replied, as she noticed his eyes run an appraising glance down her body and then back up again.

Sarah, who was listening in on the exchange, rested an arm on Mark's shoulder, looking up into his eyes. 'Not like you to pass up on a challenge Mister.'

He shot her a look back, smiling. 'Hey, behave! You'll be giving Priya the wrong impression about me!' She could't help but laugh. She knew exactly what sort of guy he was. His protestations to the contrary were pretty amusing however.

Sarah, with a grin as mischevious as Priya could recall seeing, looked up at him, then cross at her, then back up at Mark. 'You want to kiss her?'

Mark laughed, then smiled across at Priya. 'Well I wouldn't say 'No', but....'

Priya then felt the need to jump in 'But, I'm kind of married,' she said raising up her left hand and flashing her wedding ring in front of the pair of them.

To her surprise, Sarah just laughed. 'Oh Priya. It's just a kiss. It doesn't mean anything. Look, I wouldn't want Steve finding out about it of course, but it's not a big thing. It's not even, like, emotionally charged or anything like that. It's just a bit of messing around at a party. Watch.' She then proceeded to look over her shoulder, and when convinced that Steve wasn't in the vicinity, she planted her lips onto Mark's for three or four seconds before breaking away with a smile. 'See. Just a bit of fun. Nothing more. Nobody got hurt.'

Priya wasn't convinced. Maybe her group of friends was different, but there, kissing another guy was out of bounds. Not that it had stopped her in the past, before she was married. In fact she'd actively enjoyed that sort of thing. She'd made a vow to Raj though. She'd also made a vow to herself that she couldn't live like that any longer, that she needed to be totally committed. Warring inside her though was the fact that she was desperate to be accepted in her work circle of friends. Sarah seemed to be the centre of attention all the time, and if she could prover herself to Sarah, then perhaps that would be the final step. Besides, Sarah had just done that with her fiancee in the next room. Maybe there was an element of truth to what she said. It was hardly like there was going to be any follow up to this. It was just a stupid dare. She could handle it. It was just a quick kiss. With this gorgeous bloke stood opposite her. He was moving towards her. How did he know? She could see Sarah out of the corner of her eye, looking on with open mouthed excitement. Then all that was in her field of vision was Mark. He was saying something. What was it? She didn't care. Her arms were around his neck. How had she found herself in this situation? In didn't matter. His lips grazed hers and she could feel him smile as she closed her eyes and pushed her lips tentatively back on to his, feeling that satisfying tingle between her thighs. She felt his tongue flick out against her upper lip. God he was good at this. His hands on her hips felt so right, and she didn't protest at all as his tongue pushed into her mouth, her breathing quickening against his face as their tongues entwined and she immersed herself in this most wondrous of kisses. It felt like no time at all had passed when he broke it off and laid his forehead against hers, she could make out the words 'You ok down there?'

All she could do was try to regain her breath, and nod. 'Uh huh.' She had no idea that fully two minutes had passed, and she let go of him with a smile, to find all the girls looking totally astonished. 'What? It was just a kiss! Nobody got hurt, remember?' She knew she was on flimsy ground, but that was her justification and she was sticking to it. Sarah looked elated though. It appeared she had just made a new best friend.

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Mark was grinning down at Priya, who had the decency to look abashed. He knew it was just a matter of time before his perfect plan was fulfilled and this Indian beauty was thrashing around on his shaft in one of the rooms upstairs. He was already speculating on how she would look naked. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. 'I think you could do with a top up there. How about we go and get you a drink and continue this conversation elsewhere?'

He wasn't expecting the reply he received, as she let out a low laugh. She was perfectly nice about it, and also perfectly firm, as she told him 'The challenge was just a kiss. That's all you're getting. I'm a married woman!' He was about to open his mouth to protest, but a look from her and he knew it was useless. Instead, he just smiled and nodded, returning to his friends. Well, both parties could play hard to get.

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She let out a slow, relieved breath as Mark turned away. That was so, so close. She was on the edge of agreeing to 'get a drink' with him. One thing was clear to her. She would love to have sex with that man. She knew she couldn't though. It would potentially ruin lives, and she couldn't do that to Raj. Or herself. Not to mention how her family would react if they ever found out! She was doing everything she could not to look at him now as she fended off questions and comments from all angles, reiterating that it was just a bit of fun, and it meant nothing. She later admitted to Sarah that she'd enjoyed the kiss, but throughout that conversation she found another reason to steer clear of Mark. It was obvious to her that Sarah wanted him. Badly. She didn't press the issue, but after several glasses of wine, Sarah wasn't doing a great job of hiding the issue.

The rest of the evening passed without issue. She was expecting Mark to return to try his luck again at some point, but it never materialised, and she resented herself for feeling disappointment at this. Feelings were feelings though, and it was done now, and it was probably for the best that he never made his way back across as far as she was concerned. She was pretty tipsy by the end of the night, which was always dangerous. She kissed the girls goodnight, with a drunken, giggling promise to Sarah that she wouldn't say anything for the same promise in reply.

She was out. She was in a taxi, and then she was home. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it, looking at the ceiling and smiling. What had she just done! Why was she mooning over this guy like a silly schoolgirl? She told herself that it was harmless fun once again, but she couldn't stop thinking about him, how he would feel inside her. She put her bag down, listening for movement from upstairs, and when she was convinced the coast was clear, she pulled her dress up to her waist and plunged a hand into her knickers, pushing between her folds to find a moist clit, working it over and over, fingering herself to an incredible orgasm, her knees weakening as she pictured herself underneath Mark. She righted her dress and strode up the stairs, satisfied that it had been an evening to remember.

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Mark watched Priya leave the party. He smiled to himself as she left and flicked a glance his way. A whole new challenge had been laid down. The chase was on. He was happy to play the long game. If one thing was certain, it was that he would bump into her again.